Emery sensed them approaching from over 50 miles away—thirty dark elves, three of whom were in the magus realm. This was supposedly a standard elven patrol squad, yet their rapid approach soon revealed why they could arrive so quickly.
"No!!... the dark elves are here!" shouted Sergeant Vorlax.
Dark shapes began to emerge in the sky, revealing wyverns— terrifying creatures bred from the elves' homeworld. Each dark elf warrior rode atop these powerful beasts, their dark scales gleaming ominously in the desert sun, casting long shadows over the land below.
"Sir, please pull out the acolytes now," Sergeant Vorlax urged, a hint of desperation in his voice as he looked toward Emery.
Emery remained calm, his eyes fixed on the incoming force. "Sergeant, please take your men and intercept those elves."
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